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Wednesday, May 24, 2006

Nanook of the North...

Whitewood, SK


I find myself in the great beyond that is Saskatchewan. Lo, and behold, I have internet access so I couldn't resist a blog post to commemorate.


I hate driving in Canada. It's a pain in the ass to bring freight across the border. It will be even worse when I have to go back across tomorrow. But it's interesting in any event. I'd really like to get into far Western Canada and see the mountains. All the rest of Canada looks like Wisconsin.


Oddly enough, my sisters are also in Canada as I type, visiting their friend in Ottawa.



Canadians have a coin called the "loonie"...


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Sunday, May 21, 2006

Tackiness Abounds...

Gary, IN


First of all, I would like to thank all my wonderful friends for the birthday wishes, both public and private. They were very much appreciated. It's nice to know folks is thinkin boutcha. The rest of you can lick me where I pee...;-) Haha!! just kidding...


Speaking of tacky, I saw a funeral procession on the interstate the other day, I can't remember precisely where. There was the hearse and limousine for the family all being led down the road by a pace car, if you will, carrying flowers and with a flashing light. It was a black Ford El Camino...O_o


One fine day when I shuffle off this mortal coil and go to sing with the choir invisible, I sincerely hope that no part of my demise and subsequent interment involves a Ford El Camino in any way. That has got to be the ugliest car ever devised by the mind of man. Unless I was to be buried in it...nah.


But that doesn't hold a candle to what greeted me yesterday. I must make a confession, I'm an inveterate voyeur. A people watcher. I love to sit in a mall for a few minutes and watch all the different people go by. People fascinate me that way. How they walk, talk and carry themselves and so on. So I always keep a close eye on the cars that pass me as I drive each day. It passes the time and ensures that I'm checking my mirrors and paying attention to what other cars are doing around me. And you never know what you might see! I've heard some fascinating stories. I haven't seen anything particularly evocative myself. Until yesterday, that is. Yesterday, curiosity killed the cat.


I glanced in the mirror to see a small red four door being driven by a man in his late sixties or early seventies with no shirt on. I thought it strange to see such an elderly gentleman in that particular state of undress. As he passed me, I glanced down. I wished I hadn't. He had on tighty whities pulled halfway down his ass and nothing else. God smiled and I couldn't see his junk and he had both hands on the steering wheel. And he was alone in the car, which was odd. Just a mostly nude old man driving down the interstate as big as you please. Ok, maybe that wasn't such a great metaphor. O_o But you get the idea.


It could be worse. My dad's cousin Joe, who is also a truck driver, has seen two dead bodies in the space of about the last six weeks. The first was just outside Atlanta. He saw a man laying on the side of the road. He called 911 to let them know, thinking it might have been a hitcher who passed out or something. He stopped at a truckstop a bit later to hear some other drivers talking about the dead body found on the side of the interstate and called in by a truck driver. And just last week, he was on I-75 in Rockcastle County, KY. He passed an accident scene where a woman had committed suicide by stopping on the shoulder of the highway and walking out in front of an oncoming truck. Perhaps it made the Lexington news, I'm not sure. Anyway, as Joe went past, the tarp covering what was left of her body blew away and he got quite the eyefull. Poor guy. His wife told my mom he hasn't slept well since. I shudder to think about it. I can't begin to fathom what the poor bastard she stepped in front of is going through. There's some pretty nasty stuff that happens every day and when you're out on the road, I guess you have a greater chance of running across some of it. You just keep on rolling and pray to God you get where you're headed safe and sound.


Anyway, I better turn in. I'm off to Saskatchewan tomorrow!! Seriously.



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Thursday, May 18, 2006

Making Statements...

Ruther Glen, VA

I saw a young man, in his early twenties I should say, walking along I-95 near North Carolina. I see hitchers on the interstate fairly frequently, especially now that the weather is nice. They are invariably men in their 30's or 40's and look as though they have every worldly possession on their person. Their clothes tend to be shabby and they are unkempt. This guy was clean cut and comfortably dressed with only a simple backpack on. This was my initial impression based on the half-second I wandered from my survey of the road. Then I spared him a second glance and realized he was carrying a 8 or 9 foot cross on his back. I was like, alright. The guys making a statement. Good for him. I would never deny anyone the right or opportunity to express their feelings, worldview or personal opinion, so long as it is orderly and lawful. More power to him, I thought, whatever his vision. Then I noticed something which totally took me out of the moment. The cross had wheels. Come on man. That's cheating. Oh, well. I suppose it's the thought that counts.


Later that day, I passed a pickup hauling a trailer upon which rested a 10 foot tall, 8 foot wide ice cream cone. No ice cream. Just...the cone... O_o



I'm glad to see President Bush is actually stepping up the debate in the immigration issue. It shows me that he does, in fact, know how to engage in public discourse on the issues facing our country. I agree with most polls, however, that in terms of importance, immigration should take a back seat to the economy, terrorism, the war, fuel prices and public corruption. Now, if we can get him to open up and talk about these other keynote issues, perhaps we would have a better idea of where he's coming from and what he intends to do.

I had a long talk recently about the state of the presidency with my mother. I come from a long line of diehard Republicans. I voted for President Bush both times. And would do so again. Did I have reservations? Certainly. Especially the second time. But I don't regret it. Have I been satisfied with his performance? No. Not entirely. He hasn't been the leader I would have hoped for.

The biggest cause of concern for me has been a blatant disregard for the need of the American people to know what the president is thinking. The Bush administration has incredibly poor communication skills at seemingly every level. Not only with the people, but within the adminstration itself, hence the hurricane FEMA fiasco, the mixed communication following the Cheney shooting incident and countless other incidents where the White House's right hand didn't seem to know what its left was up to.

This is, perhaps, the only unforgivable sin a president can commit. The people of this country want a president who they perceive as a strong leader. This idea must be constantly reinforced. If the public ever feels that the president has lost touch with them, he's finished.

Take President Reagan. They didn't call him "The Great Communicator" for nothing. He was a master at making the American people feel comfortable with him and how he intended to go about the business of the country, no matter if you agreed with him or not. This essential skill can cover for a lot of mistakes. I think history will judge him, perhaps, as a better president than he actually was because of it. President Clinton might have even been better at it than President Reagan. They had the ability, like every great president, to persuade the American people to perceive them favorably. In fact, if there had been no Monica Lewinsky, I think President Clinton would already be hailed as one of the all-time greats.

The common, supreme quality of every great leader is the ability to convince you, through word and deed, that they are great leaders. President Bush, like his father before him, is sorely lacking in this quality and if he ever dreams of having a succesful presidency, he must find it. The American people yearn to be led. In the absence of effective leadership, they'll listen to whoever is talking. The Anti-Bush rhetoric is at a fever-pitch and drowns out all attempts by the White House to proclaim their vision for America. Some of this is genuine questioning of the President on a variety of issues and I'm all for that, but most of it is harsh, mean-spirited, partisan, personal attacks by malcontents who are so desperate to find someone to blame for their lot on life, they'll hop on the nearest convenient bandwagon that can provide them someone to spit on, rather than tending their own garden. Before we run off and start railing on the President, congress and our state and local officials and kicking them while they're down, perhaps we should ask ourselves this question. What have I contributed to the common welfare? What is my portion? What have I brought to the table? As for myself, I can only offer a dead-end job I despise, a failed marriage and 40 large of personal debt. What do you have to show for yourself? Perhaps we should, as a people, cast out the beam from our own eye, before attending to the mote in our neighbor's.

It may be too late, but President Bush has three years and I remain optimistic that he can achive great things. I must. So must we all. Like him or not, voted for him or not, he is our president and what constructive purpose does it serve other than to ask honest questions, voice our concerns and then hope and pray for the best?



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Monday, May 15, 2006

Freedom and Absent Friends...

Elkton, MD

Free at Last!!


My life was not my own for roughly 99 hours. I was dragooned by Wal-Mart to run store deliveries for them out of their distribution center in Smyrna, DE, servicing DE, Eastern MD, Southern NJ and Southeastern PA. Apparently they can do this if the mood strikes them.


...yay...fun...


But I have been freed and will resume my duties for schneider tomorrow, heading to North Carolina. Anything to get out of here. It's nice here and all, but this is business, not pleasure and I've had enough.


I watched the last episode of The West Wing last night. I felt very empty afterward. It was my favorite TV show of all time and it's hard to let go of something you have invested so much in. Especially in a show which had a built in ending (i.e. a new administration). It's right up there with the post-fellowship depression at the end of The Lord of the Rings when they all go their separate ways and Sam has to return to the Shire without Frodo. I didn't want Jed Bartlet to go back to New Hampshire. I wanted to see him declared President Emeritus or President in Perpetuity and given an office in the OEOB. He could be a senior counselor or something. And Charlie could be his Chief of Staff.


Ok, now I'm starting to sound like Jennifer and her fanfics. I just felt very sad, like a friend had left and I knew I would never see them again. But, there is always DVD. Jennifer and I, between us, have the first four seasons, so I'll always be able to reminisce.


Anyway, here's to absent friends...


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Tuesday, May 09, 2006

Jacuzzis and Horse Flesh...

Seville, OH


So, I've been stuck here for a day and a half waiting for my truck to get out of the shop and I figured I ought to take a break from mindless surfing and do something productive. I'm not sure if this counts, but it's a start, I suppose. There's not a whole lot to do in Seville, Ohio. But my hotel room is paid for and has a king sized bed and a jacuzzi, so I can't really complain. Well, I guess if anything, the jacuzzi is too short for me to sit comfortably despite being plenty wide and deep.


Anyhoo, I spent the weekend at the house. Went to a party at Mike and Erin's on Saturday and had an absolute blast. Met some cool new people for the first time in a long time. I hadn't really been able to socialize at all the last eighteen months or so and I was starved for it. It was funny. The day before the party, my sister had acquired a bag of fortune cookies. The first one I had opened said "You will meet someone special at your friend's party". Weird, huh? As luck would have it, all the ladies present were indeed special, albeit spoken for. Oh, well.


And then there's Fonzie, who is his own particular version of special. I stopped by his place on the way down to watch the Derby and then give him a lift to the get-together. I found watching the race with the Derby King to be a bit anticlimactic. As Fonz put it, he knew from the the first turn that his horse was in trouble. There was no excitement, no screaming, no wild gesticulating, no gnashing of teeth or wringing of hands. Just quiet resignation.


Well, I guess I'll go now and see what other new and creative ways to waste time I can come up with.


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Monday, May 01, 2006

This Post is Sponsored by the Letter "N"...

Kirkersville, OH

My sister Jennifer maintains a blog at www.livejournal.com. In a recent post, she responded to a friend's post in which she was assigned a random letter of the alphabet and instructed to come up with ten words starting with that letter that had particular significance to her and what that significance was. Her letter was "T". If you care to read it, her LJ screenname is jenniferlupin. A number of Jenn's friends asked to be assigned letters for their own blogs. I decided to play along and was assigned the letter "N". I had to ponder this for a couple of days. It's harder than you might imagine. Anyway, here goes...


Name- As in mine. What I go by. John, that is.

Night- Like Sky Masterson said, it's my time of day. I have been an inveterate night owl all my life.

Neil- My Dad's younger brother and family cut-up.

Nailbiting- My nasty habit.

Nick at Nite- My favorite channel as a youngster. Consequently, my knowledge of 50's and 60's TV is far more vast than the things made in my lifetime.

Nibble- Another bad habit. I've always had a problem with maintaining healthy eating habits.

Neurasthenic- Webster's defines this as "affected with or suggestive of mental disorder characterized especially by fatiguing easily, lack of motivation, feelings of inadequacy, and psychomatic symptoms." I'm not in to self-diagnosis, but this is me in a nutshell. Not all the time, mind you, but too often for my general liking. Maybe I need therapy. Or perhaps a good, swift kick in the ass.

Nomad- I've moved a lot in my life. I went to about 12 different schools, mostly in elementary school. I'm almost 28 years old and I've never lived more than five years in any one place and that was by far the longest stint. It's not a complaint, merely an observation.

Noel- A shoutout to my absolute favorite time of year, Christmas.

Notes- That from which music, the center of my existence, is formed.

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